May 10, 2009

Dear Brieanna,
 

I'm sorry that I haven't written in such a long time, the last few months have been particularly intense, as I've started a new business.  

You've been on my mind today, especially.  

I hope all is well with you.  I hope you are in college and attending school.  I hope you have good friends.  I hope you have your own car, and are out on your own, living your own life.  

I recently had a friend contact me to join www.facebook.com.  I was a bit reluctant to join, since I try to guard my privacy.  I decided to do it.  My friend was a guy that I knew from college, at the time I was dating your mother.  She might even remember him.  He's tried to stay in contact with me through the years, and feels like I helped him during a critical time of his life. I never felt like I did anything to help him, other than be his friend.  

Anyhow, I joined face book, and then all of these old friends from my past started to contact me.  Friends from when I was a kid, people I knew over 30 years ago.  It's truly amazing.  I'm still hoping to find other friends that I've lost over the years.  It's interesting that the majority of the friends where people that I knew through the church.  

This has lead me to wonder, if this is how it will be when we pass through to the other side.  Wont it be wonderful finally meeting up with family members and friends that have gone before us.  

This has turned my thoughts towards you.  I have no idea when you will decide to seek me out.  I believe that you will gain wisdom and understanding in your life, and that someday, you will decide to know who your father is.  Perhaps it will come, after your marry, or after the birth of a child, or even the death of a loved one.  I know that someday, you will have a yearning, or at least a curiosity to know me, your brother's and sister, again.  I look forward to that day, and our happy reunion.  

As always, I'm always here for you.  I love you Brieanna.  I wish only the best for you.  You are always in my thoughts and prayers.

 

Love,

Dad.

 

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